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$xhtml = array(
	'<{title}>' => 'Religious racism',
	'takedown' => '2017-11-01',
	'<{body}>' => <<<END
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<section id="vasectomy">
	<h2>Vasectomy</h2>
	<p>
		When I woke up today, even the mild pain from before was gone.
		It always surprises me how little pain there is after surgery.
		I&apos;d think there&apos;s be days of pain, and it&apos;d be a lot stronger.
	</p>
	<p>
		The medical assistants never taped my gauss in place, so it ended up shifting yesterday and I bled in my underwear.
		I thought the bleeding was over though, and removed the gauss when I changed underwear before bed.
		My shifting in the night might&apos;ve reopened the wound a bit though, as I bled in that underwear in my sleep.
	</p>
	<p>
		I walked home just fine yesterday, and I&apos;m feeling even better today, so I could probably walk into work today to pick up my schedule for the coming week.
		The only problem is that the schedule&apos;s not posted until after the head manager&apos;s been there a while, and this is supposed to be a week where I don&apos;t have to deal with them.
		This is m y much-needed vacation from them.
		So I&apos;ll wait until tomorrow morning.
		The head manager will post the schedule tonight, then I&apos;ll pick it up tomorrow morning, long before he arrives for the day.
		I do need to pick it up tomorrow though; I can&apos;t put it off any longer than that.
		I can&apos;t be sure he gave me the rest of the week off I requested until I do, so I need to be sure I&apos;m not scheduled to work on Sunday through Wednesday.
	</p>
	<p>
		Instead of heading to work to pick up the new schedule, I headed to the utility board office to pay my power bill.
		I think I&apos;m going to find some excuse to get out each day.
		I thought I&apos;d be stuck inside for a week, but I underestimated just how little I like being cooped up.
		My body doesn&apos;t seem to be overly drained or in need of such heavy rest that I can&apos;t take walks, either.
	</p>
</section>
<section id="dreams">
	<h2>Dream journal</h2>
	<p>
		Later in the day, I ended up taking a nap.
		That&apos;s what happens when you need a break form coursework, can&apos;t do anything overly physical, and aren&apos;t even allowed to take a relaxing bath.
	</p>
	<p>
		I dreamed my mother wanted me to wash her laundry.
		I started getting the wash together, and my father decided to plop down right in the way so I couldn&apos;t.
		He knew I was trying to wash the laundry, and after staring at him frustrated a few seconds, I start trying to work around him.
		I&apos;m not the type that&apos;ll tell you to move when you&apos;re clearly in the way.
		I&apos;ll either give up because you&apos;re an imbecile, wait for you patiently to notice that you&apos;re blocking the path, or make it clear you&apos;re in the way by squeezing around you trying not to bump you.
		He wants no part of that though, and gets in the way even further.
		I ask him how he expects me to wash the laundry, and he tells me to use a particular video-streaming website.
		That&apos;s right, he wants me to stream videos.
		I ask how that&apos;s possibly going to work, and he just tells me to look up one of about three videos and play them through his mobile using certain speakers.
		At this point, my only guess is that those videos, used with certain hardware, emit a particular frequency that&apos;ll literally shake the dirt out of the clothing.
		It seems highly sketchy, and I ask why I can&apos;t just do it the easy way and proven way, with the actual washing machine.
		He won&apos;t give me an answer, but also won&apos;t let me use the washing machine, insisting that his way is the right way.
		Honestly, it was way out of character for him.
		This is the sort of asinine garbage my mother would pull.
		My father would just step back and let you do your thing if you didn&apos;t want his help.
		So I start trying to get his mobile to load the website and get the videos playing.
		The site is being most uncooperative, and eventually, he goes to bed.
	</p>
	<p>
		I&apos;m stuck still trying to figure out how to get his laundry setup working, and for some reason, the room he&apos;d trapped me in doubles as his bedroom.
		With him in bed and no longer physically blocking and trapping me, I actually could have done the laundry the right way, but I&apos;m seeing red at this point and I fail to notice that.
		He tries to take back the mobile, but I explain I still need it for the laundry, and haven&apos;t figured out how to get the setup he insisted on working.
		He admits it took him a while to figure it out too.
		He gets up and starts trying to get the setup set up.
		I would have been done with laundry by now if he wasn&apos;t being such a wart, so I&apos;ve just gotten pissed off by now.
		I start going off on him about why I&apos;m not sure why he even cares what method of laundry-cleaning I use as long as I get the job done, and he grabs me really hard on the lower belly, so hard that it hurts.
		At this point, I get scared.
		If he grabs any lower, he&apos;ll grab my testes, and he&apos;s not aware that I&apos;m still healing there, or that I even had surgery at all.
		I guess I wasn&apos;t afraid that he&apos;d&apos;ve damaged them even if they weren&apos;t recovering, but I fear he&apos;ll cause damage to the surgical site on my scrotum.
		He loses his temper and starts to yell at me, but as he does so, I drifted out of sleep, so I saw him yelling, but couldn&apos;t catch a single word of it.
	</p>
	<p>
		Y&apos;know, when I was a child, my nightmares involved monsters and other strange phenomenon.
		These days, my nightmares just involve my parents.
		I guess my biggest fear at the moment isn&apos;t the monster in the closet though, but instead that the healing process won&apos;t go well.
	</p>
</section>
<section id="religion">
	<h2>Religion</h2>
	<p>
		It seems the &quot;Joseph&quot; I was having trouble finding the identity of before was Nephi&apos;s younger sibling.
		It was neither Joseph Smith or the bible&apos;s Joseph.
	</p>
	<p>
		Also, the book is claiming the origin of black people.
		Those that followed Nephi and Yahweh became the Nephites, who were and remained white.
		Those that didn&apos;t became the Lamanites and were cursed by Yahweh with black skin, though before the curse, they two were white.
		Seriously?
		That&apos;s what they&apos;re going with?
		Not cool.
		I&apos;ll have to ask the missionaries about that too when they next come over.
		And after that, Yahweh tells the white people that interbreeding with the black people will result in cursed children.
		Wow.
		Just wow.
	</p>
</section>
<section id="drudgery">
	<h2>Drudgery</h2>
	<p>
		My discussion post for the day:
	</p>
	<blockquote>
		<p>
			I appreciate how you point out that while large market share doesn&apos;t necessarily mean a product is the best, it does tend to mean that the product <strong>*works*</strong>.
			We can find plenty of examples in which the most popular option is far from the best, but usually, the popular option meets some minimal level of functionality.
			Otherwise, people would dump the product an move on.
			Residual popularity can carry a product well, but it can only do so much.
			There comes a point when people will abandon ship.
		</p>
		<p>
			I&apos;d heard of MariaDB, but I&apos;ve never looked into it.
			It&apos;s interesting to hear it&apos;s a fork of MySQL.
		</p>
		<p>
			Okay, so if I&apos;m understanding these &quot;progressive Web applications&quot;, they&apos;re not actually Web anything, which is why there&apos;s no need for them to use a server.
			Instead, they&apos;re installed directly on a user&apos;s device.
			That seems like a dangerous road.
			I admit that there&apos;s a lot of people that enjoy installing the proprietary application of each and every business they deal with, but they&apos;ll lose a lot of customers if they don&apos;t keep their actual website up and functional as well.
			There&apos;s enough of us that realise that installing a bunch of one-off apps like that is a nightmare for usability, but there are also the privacy concerns (which might not apply to &quot;progressive Web apps&quot;, I&apos;m not sure) and the fact that some of us keep out machines free of proprietary code.
		</p>
	</blockquote>
</section>
END
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